Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brick. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Skriet,
Crime,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.